| In the shade of willows and elms
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| A cold wind blows and carries my tale
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| A tale of rebirth, a season’s change
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| And spring will shine again
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| An early flower fragile and shy
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| A ray of sun celebrates it’s bloom
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| The gentle colors of winter’s end
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| This poetry lights my heart
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| For a thousand years to come
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| Will the flight of dragons fill the clouds
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| And the shine of spring will lighten again
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| On the king and on his land
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| The leaves are dancing under the wind
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| The songs of birds are filling my head
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| A taste of heaven, a magic play
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| The return of better days
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| The last trace of snow melts away (the last trace of snow will melt away)
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| The dance of seasons is following it’s course
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| The circle of life closes again
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| And spring prepares it’s reign
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| For a thousand years to come
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| Will the flight of dragons fill the clouds
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| And the shine of spring will lighten again
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| On the king and on his land
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| For a thousand years to come
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| Will the flight of dragons fill the clouds
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| And the shine of spring will lighten again
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| On the king and on his land
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| In this silence, the storm as gone away forever now
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| Deep in my heart, a shining spring will bloom here and explode |